The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 16, 2021 2

Freezing rain past, there’s a steady rattle from the woods as the ice cladding shatters, like a glass house casting stones at itself.

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Susan Spivack
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wonderful, thank you
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks for reading.

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Overcast and quiet except for the watery chorus. A chipmunk dashes across a patch of snow and disappears under the house.
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